MarmionLeach, Shewell, & Sanborn, 1891 - 281 ページ |
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... tide , And we can neither hunt , nor ride A foray on the Scottish side . The vowed revenge of Bughtrig rude , May end in worse than loss of hood . Let Friar John in safety still In chimney - corner snore his fill , Roast hissing crabs ...
... tide , And we can neither hunt , nor ride A foray on the Scottish side . The vowed revenge of Bughtrig rude , May end in worse than loss of hood . Let Friar John in safety still In chimney - corner snore his fill , Roast hissing crabs ...
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... tide , To Scottish court to be his guide . 66 But I have solemn vows to pay , And may not linger by the way , To fair Saint Andrews bound , Within the ocean - cave to pray , Where good Saint Rule his holy lay , From midnight to the dawn ...
... tide , To Scottish court to be his guide . 66 But I have solemn vows to pay , And may not linger by the way , To fair Saint Andrews bound , Within the ocean - cave to pray , Where good Saint Rule his holy lay , From midnight to the dawn ...
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... tide , As she were dancing home ; The merry seamen laugh'd , to see Their gallant ship so lustily Furrow the green sea - foam . Much joy'd they in their honour'd freight ; For , on the deck , in chair of state , The Abbess of Saint ...
... tide , As she were dancing home ; The merry seamen laugh'd , to see Their gallant ship so lustily Furrow the green sea - foam . Much joy'd they in their honour'd freight ; For , on the deck , in chair of state , The Abbess of Saint ...
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... tide did now its flood - mark gain , And girdled in the Saint's domain : For , with the flow and ebb , its style Varies from continent to isle ; Dry - shod , o'er sands , twice every day , The pilgrims to the shrine find way ; Twice ...
... tide did now its flood - mark gain , And girdled in the Saint's domain : For , with the flow and ebb , its style Varies from continent to isle ; Dry - shod , o'er sands , twice every day , The pilgrims to the shrine find way ; Twice ...
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... tides , Yet light as gossamer it glides Downward to Tilmouth cell . Nor long was his abiding there , For southward did the saint repair ; Chester - le - Street and Rippon saw His holy corpse , ere Wardilaw Hail'd him with joy and fear ...
... tides , Yet light as gossamer it glides Downward to Tilmouth cell . Nor long was his abiding there , For southward did the saint repair ; Chester - le - Street and Rippon saw His holy corpse , ere Wardilaw Hail'd him with joy and fear ...
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Abbess Abbotsford ancient Angus arms band battle battle of Flodden beneath Blount bold Border bower brand brow castle Clare dame dark deep Douglas e'er Earl Edinburgh Edited England English Ettrick Ettrick Forest Eustace fair falchion fear fell field fight fire Fitz-Eustace Flodden foes fought George Ellis grace grave hall hand hath hear heard heart Heaven hill holy Holy Island host INTRODUCTION TO CANTO James King knight Lady lake land light Lindisfarne Lochinvar look Lord Marmion loud maid mark'd merry minstrel Monarch monks mountain ne'er noble Norham Northumberland o'er Palmer pass'd peace Perchance plain poem poet Post and pair rose round royal rude scarce Scotland Scottish seem'd shield show'd spear squire STANZA steed stood Surrey tale Tamworth Tantallon tell thee thou thought tide tower train turrets Twas Tweed verse Walter Scott ween Wellesley College Whitby's wild Wilton
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124 ページ - The bride kissed the goblet; the knight took it up, He quaffed off the wine, and he threw down the cup. She looked down to blush, and she looked up to sigh; With a smile on her lips and a tear in her eye. He took her soft hand, ere her mother could bar, — 'Now tread we a measure!
123 ページ - River where ford there was none; But ere he alighted at Netherby gate, The bride had consented, the gallant came late : For a laggard in love, and a dastard in war, Was to wed the fair Ellen of brave Lochinvar.
163 ページ - When the King praised his clerkly skill. Thanks to Saint Bothan, son of mine, Save Gawain, ne'er could pen a line : So swore I, and I swear it still, Let my boy-bishop fret his fill. — Saint Mary mend my fiery mood ! Old age ne'er cools the Douglas blood, I thought to slay him where he stood. 'Tis pity of him too," he cried : " Bold can he speak, and fairly ride : I warrant him a warrior tried.
231 ページ - HEAP on more wood ! — the wind is chill ; But let it whistle as it will, We'll keep our Christmas merry still.
25 ページ - George's banner, broad and gay, Now faded, as the fading ray Less bright, and less, was flung ; The evening gale had scarce the power To wave it on the donjon tower, So heavily it hung. The scouts had parted on their search, The Castle gates were barr'd ; Above the gloomy portal arch, Timing his footsteps to a march, The warder kept his guard ; Low humming, as he paced along, Some ancient Border gathering song.
109 ページ - For on the smoke-wreaths, huge and slow, That round her sable turrets flow, The morning beams were shed, And tinged them with a lustre proud, Like that which streaks a thunder-cloud. Such dusky grandeur clothed the height, Where the huge castle holds its state, And all the steep slope down Whose ridgy back heaves to the sky, Piled deep and massy, close and high, Mine own romantic town...
232 ページ - And brought blithe Christmas back again, With all his hospitable train. Domestic and religious rite Gave honour to the holy night ; On Christmas Eve the bells were rung ; On Christmas Eve the mass was sung: That only night in all the year, Saw the stoled priest the chalice rear.
178 ページ - She fill'd the helm, and back she hied, And with surprise and joy espied A Monk supporting Marmion's head : A pious man, whom duty brought To dubious verge of battle fought, To shrieve the dying, bless the dead. Deep drank Lord Marmion of the wave, And, as she stoop'd his brow to lave— " Is it the hand of Clare," he said, ''Or injured Constance, bathes my head?
124 ページ - I long woo'd your daughter, my suit you denied; Love swells like the Solway, but ebbs like its tide; And now am I come, with this lost love of mine, To lead but one measure, drink one cup of wine. There are maidens in Scotland, more lovely by far, That would gladly be bride to the young Lochinvar.
179 ページ - In vain for Constance is your zeal; She died at Holy Isle." — Lord Marmion started from the ground, As light as if he felt no wound; Though in the action burst the tide, In torrents from his wounded side. " Then it was truth," he said—" I knew That the dark presage must be true.